A
small pause for a picture of a lad just recently
passed...though I only met him once in passing,
Harold, of Harold's Country Club fame (image on
the sign), was the unofficial mayor of the Ridgeland
and beyond region...he passed away about a week
ago, and as the tales tell, not only kept the community
together, but gave the far and wide a Friday and
Saturday night social club that has become a legend
in it's own right...and lest we forget, it also
has been our frequent stop for fuel (both petrol
for the scoots and then liquids for the dehydrated
bodies), as well as a sit down and gather our wits
spot before pedalling off again at the required
speed...oh yes, and a place that has just about
the last set of straight
50 cent pool tables for those inclined...
in total, it will always be Harold's, and the rest
of us are just visitors...the gods' speed lad, the
gods' speed...
